- ♪ We're tiny ♪ - ♪ We're toony ♪
♪ We're learning to be looney ♪
♪ And we'll be famous sooney At the college of our dreams ♪
♪ We got our admissions ♪
♪ Important for tuitions ♪
♪ Fulfilling our ambitions With our faculty esteemed ♪
♪ At Acme Looniversity We'll earn our toon degree ♪
♪ The teaching staff's Been getting laughs ♪
♪ Since 1933 ♪
- ♪ We're classmates ♪ - ♪ And roommates ♪
♪ We paid The out-of-state bills ♪
♪ Let's grab our books and go Class is about to start ♪
♪ They're furry They're funny ♪
♪ We're Babs and Buster Bunny ♪
♪ Their comedy is funny ♪
♪ And their friendship's Guaranteed ♪
♪ Hamton is worried And Sweetie's a tough birdie ♪
♪ And if you're lucky Plucky is the perfect... ♪
Frenemy!
♪ So here's where The greatest toons ♪
♪ All got their humble start ♪
♪ There's quite A lot of history ♪
♪ For teaching looney arts ♪
♪ We're tiny, we're toony We can't wait to be looney ♪
♪ Ring the bell Let's all come in And join the fun ♪
♪ And now class has begun ♪
I'd like to dedicate this award to all the teachers and mentors
who believed in me.
This is for you!
Oh-ho-ho! I see how you won
Acme's B-B-Best Eye Bulge Award.
Who cares?
I have so many awards, honors and trophies,
it's impossible to know which one I should hang up.
Look at your pathetic one puny award.
- It's not a competition-- - It's not a competition.
I said it first.
Everything is a competition between us, Buster.
Everything.
Then you give me no choice but to hang up these.
There's room for both.
Well, lucky for you two, I like settling arguments.
Maybe one day you won't need me
when you finally learn to be friends. Mmm.
Hmm? Mmm?
Did our walls just explode with practical joke snakes?
♪ Got a roomie She's really the best ♪
♪ There's no wondering why ♪
♪ My fun feathered friend Is my joy counterpart ♪
♪ To underestimate her Could be so unwise ♪
♪ My roomie has bows In her ears ♪
♪ And nothing is better Don't try! ♪
Hey, are your walls exploding with practical joke snakes?
- No. - Hi, Buster. Bye, Buster.
Off to buy candy,
'cause I love candy!
What are you up to today?
Avoiding general chaos in my room.
Not something you have to worry about with Sweetie.
Huh?
Hmm.
What is this?
A huge mess.
Ugh. That Sweetie's been hiding under her bed?
Hiding?
Babs, her whole side of the room
looks like bomb went off!
Well, I was so busy arranging my ear bows
by formal and informal that I didn't notice
her side is an absolute mess!
Sis, I love ya and I know ya.
You weren't happy when I would leave one sock
on the floor back home.
Ha. Socks belong in the drawer, laundry basket
or being made into hand puppets.
Anything else is an affront to the ancient law of socks.
You don't have a Hamton to settle things between ya.
Uh... Hello.
I was just talking about you.
- Oh, no! - It was good.
Oh, yay!
Dean Granny wants to see us about the snake wall incident.
- I'm so sorry. - I'm sorry about the exploding wall.
There were so many snakes.
Actually, I owe you an apology.
Huh?
You see, during the war,
we were about to lose big, but then,
the government sent us our ticket to victory.
Practical joke snakes!
Our enemy didn't stand a chance.
After we won the war, I became the dean of Acme Loo,
and got to work with the rebuilding effort.
Nothing went to waste.
So, propellers became fans, tin cans became phones,
and I used the leftover practical jump snakes
as very practical insulation for our walls.
Second-hand insulation!
My parents pay top dollar to send me to this institution
that's far away from them.
And you think you can tell me some story...
And give me money to make it all better.
Yes, yes, yes. Give it to me.
Before you get this, I need you to sign a waiver.
"By accepting this money, we, the students, hereby promise
to spend all of said money on repairs and take your responsibility
for the wall and any future repairs needed heretofor
shall be paid for out of pocket."
Sign here, please.
Don't waste one cent.
Hmm?
Hammer. Scalpel.
We're losing it!
Not on my watch.
Duct tape.
Huh?
No. "Duct" tape.
It's stabilized.
Whew.
The wall's going to pull through just fine.
Except it looks awful.
What? We did an excellent job.
And we saved a ton of money doing it.
We've got 50 whole dollars left over.
What should we do with it?
One vote for the exact opposite of whatever Buster wants.
How about
you both say what you t-t-think we should do with the money,
and I'll make a pro-and-con list of each and we'll--
Pizza party!
D-D-Did you, uh, just agree?
Whoa! Plucky,
we've been so focused on beating each other
that we haven't stopped to think that we might actually
have things in common.
Two seconds ago, I thought your breath smelled like butt,
but now, it smells like friendship.
There's only one way to celebrate
this new level in our relationship.
- Throw the best party ever! - Yeah!
I've got chocolate-covered chocolate, candy-coated...
That's right. I cleaned up your side of the room.
Pretty cool, huh?
Yeah. Very cool.
Um, quick question.
Where are my clothes?
You mean this glorious rainbow?
Color-coordinated and grouped by sleeve length.
Small issue.
I'm color-blind.
All my shirts were organized by smell and feel.
What in the flying feathers happened to my bed?
Oh. Those random sticks, leaves and feathers?
Yes. My nest.
Oh, I thought you'd be more comfy on this nest-themed bed set.
This isn't cool.
Ha. Sorry, but what wasn't cool was how messy your side was.
Sorry, but "messy"?
I was the cleanest bird on my block.
Have you ever met a pigeon? They make cockroaches
look like the queens of England.
Maybe the issue is you're too organized.
What are you talking about?
Sorry, you turned this room into an alphabetized nightmare!
Sorry, but agree to disagree!
Sorry!
Welcome, pizza lovers.
Grab a slice and a hat...
If it's not too cheesy.
This is a new era of...
Pluster!
A friendship name?
And you put me first?
That's what friends are for.
So no more competition between you two?
Between me and my best buddy?
Between me and my number one pal?
Never.
Okay.
Think of all the free time you'll have
now that you don't have to referee
all of our arguments.
I'm sure there are less enlightened toons on campus
who could use those skills.
But not Pluster.
What am I going to do with my time
without a fight to referee?
The leaning tower of pizza sauce.
Its grandeur really transports you to Italia.
But I never could have done it without you.
Plucky Duck, will you be my pizza pal?
Yes, yes! A thousand times yes!
There's nothing Pluster can't do.
Step right up. Step right up
to see who at this party can eat the most pizza
in five minutes.
Oh, I can do it in five!
I can do it in four!
Or is it a bad idea
to compete this early in our new friendship?
It's just one little matchup between friends.
Yeah, it's just like an exercise in digestion.
Yeah, just a fun, chill, relaxing hang
between two calm friends.
I dig your vibes, man.
Quick, Shirley, act like we have an unbreakable bond
of friendship that only roommates can share!
Sure. Join me in some holotropic breathwork. Mmm.
My new friend!
If I'm not mediating conflicts between Buster and Plucky,
who even am I?
Yoink.
Can you believe Babs
having the time of her life with Shirley
right after we got into our first fight?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
I'm just the toon you need to talk to.
Babs ruined all my stuff by organizing it,
and I called her a neat freak and now we're not talking.
Do you think maybe you were a little d-d-defensive?
Defensive?
What's that supposed to mean?
Whoa! Careful of the wall.
I noticed you jumped to an angry response
instead of calmly dealing with the root of the... issue.
Hmm. Maybe I was defensive.
It's my big city personality.
I don't take nothing from no one!
Except birdseed from literally any stranger.
Maybe I should have talked to Babs
instead of storming out.
Could I speak to Babs for you?
Talk to Babs for me?
Okay.
The Pizza King reigns supreme.
Buster can't be the winner.
He had an unfair advantage.
Everyone knows rabbits have bigger mouths.
Just admit it.
I'm a better pizza-eater than you.
Well, there's no way you'll beat me
on a marinara slide.
Wanna bet?
I don't bet. I win.
Now this is a party.
- Yeah! - Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
Easy, buddy, it's just a pizza-sauce race!
You take it easy, pal!
And how does that make you feel?
Mmm...
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm. - Not good.
Ever consider your idea of messy
isn't the same as Sweetie's?
Huh. Maybe my messy is her clean.
Oh. The cool thing about new friends
is you get to figure out
different parts of their personalities
Good and, you know, uh, different.
- I got to go talk to my restie! - What's a restie?
A roommate and a bestie, also known as a boomie.
Everyone, me!
Huh?
Duck!
Sweetie!
Sweetie?
Sweetie!
Sweetie, are you okay?
I'm covered in green glop!
Wait, what? It's red.
I'm color-blind!
Oh. It's just pizza sauce.
Listen, Babs, I'm real sorry.
I'm sorry, too.
I grew up a single chick who didn't share a room.
I never had to consider another person's space
or even think about being neat until you came along.
I didn't even ask you
if you wanted your stuff organized.
Yeah, you didn't.
But you're a twin.
You're probably used to someone
who does the exact same thing you do
without even thinking twice about it.
Yeah, that's a great point, Sweetie.
We can work out our small differences.
We can do anything, boomie.
Compromise, here we come!
Oh! Yum.
Pluster is officially over!
You, Buster Bunny, are first and foremost my rival.
For the record, I won.
Whatever that was. I won all of it!
Over my canned snake covered body!
This is a disaster.
We promised Dean Granny we wouldn't spend the money
on anything other than repairs.
We spend it on pizza
and the wall is totally destroyed!
But you two are back to normal.
I smell trouble,
and mozzarella
coming from Fudd Hall!
Always during my me time.
Oh, no!
Uh, the D-D-Dean, Dean. Uh...
Uh, Hamton's broken.
I think he's saying
Dean Granny is coming!
There's only one super organizer at this school
with enough elbow grease to get us out of this mess.
And it's my boomie, Babs Bunny!
What is this "boomie?"
A bestie and a roomie.
Oh, like a broissant. A beret and a croissant.
Uh-huh. But why would you combine those two?
To make a buttery, crumbly hat, of course.
Eh, okay...
Sweetie, grab some rags. Buster, a broom.
Plucky, you're on mop.
I don't do manual labor.
- Grab a mop, soldier! - Mm-hmm.
We're going to clean this room,
but we'll clean it only by getting dirty,
and showing these practical joke snakes
that we have more guts than they have
or ever will have!
Let's get this party un-started!
Huh?
A-ha! Gotcha!
♪ You like pepperoni pie Not I ♪
♪ So take a slice If you please ♪
♪ I've got a pizza That you really should try ♪
♪ Lots of basil and cheese ♪
Huh... Nothing's going on.
In my day, this room would have been filled
with an out-of-control pizza party.
Squares.
Nailed it.
Huh?
Peanut brittle? My favorite!
No! Don't!
Ow, ow, ow.
That's going to cost you.
Can't believe Dean Granny made us pay to fix the walls.
I can. We totally messed up.
And it's the last time I let my love of pizza
get in the way of doing the right thing.
Ugh. This is a waste of my time.
I could be finishing my second album.
Plucky Live at Acme Boulders.
Maybe you don't want to fix it because you can't fix it.
How dare you?
My stage crafting skills are unparalleled.
Admit it, it was sort of fun being friends.
It was.
Maybe one day we'll find one other thing
we can agree on.
Until then, get used to seeing my scowl.
Aw. In my humble opinion, this whole d-d-debacle
was the pizza party's fault.
Don't blame the pizza.
Never blame the pizza.